I never met you, Miguel Algarín, but you gave me a place to perform and practice my craft. The Nuyorican Poets Cafe was a church where spirits swirled through tobacco clouds and people piled on top of each other to watch poets use words like fireworks. R.I.P. Miguel Algarín
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